I remember, May 1944: I was 15-and-a-half, and I was thrown into a haunted universe where the story of the human adventure seemed to swing irrevocably between horror and malediction.

When I began teaching you hardly could find a university in America or a college where they would teach either Jewish studies or Holocaust studies.

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria.

"Am I my brother's keeper?" There you have the whole Biblical understanding that you are your brother's keeper. You also have a whole other understanding in which you are not your brother's keeper. And I've heard some extremely bright people take this position.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming.

did everything I could in my life to be immune to hatred, because hatred is a cancer.